This Sunday is the day we honor our moms who have given of themselves so tirelessly and unselfishly to make us what we are today. (In case you had forgotten, run ... do not walk ... to get something for her!) When I saw the following story in my files, I knew it's the one I wanted to post today.
A man came home from work and found his three children outside still in their pajamas, playing in the mud with empty food boxes and 20 wrappers strewn all around the front yard.
The door of his wife's car was open, and so was the front door to the house, and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over and the throw rug was wadded against one wall.
In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel and the family room floor was almost totally covered with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs stepping over toys and more piles of clothes looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water from under the bathroom door.
As he opened the door and peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap, and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?"
"Yes," was his incredulous reply.
She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
Last week the bluebirds tossed one of the eggs out of the nest. I found it under the bird house, broken open with a half-formed dead baby bird. Over the weekend, though, the remaining three eggs hatched. Here's what they looked like late Monday afternoon — definitely not very cute yet. I'll post more pictures as they grow and begin to feather out. From what I've read online, they fledge in less than 3 weeks after hatching!
Here's what they looked like this morning — they're starting to grow gray fluff.
I hope Mother's Day is a happy day for all you moms out there! I know that for some moms it's a hard day.
"We need to respond to all that God has already given us before we ask for more. ... You don't need more evidence — you need to believe what you already have." — Drew Conley
The best way to keep your kids out of hot water is to put some dishes in it.